Volunteering; the Art of Saying Yes
When I was a single woman, and then newly married, the phrase “school year” meant little to me. May slid into June slid into July without a discernable change in my day-to-day life. Having kids, of course, changed all that and by the time Ben and Jacob were taking the bus to Bi-Cultural Day School, I was thrust back into the ten month on, two month off rhythm of life that I faced, each September, with a mix of wistfulness, aggravation and anticipation. Even as I approach empty-nesthood, I still... Sign in to see full entry.